As Milan Kundera said, life cannot bear such lightness. When chaos theory has risen from black and white to the principle that dominates real life, the disguised order is torn to shreds by chaos, and various possibilities are mixed together. The essence makes people, no matter how firm, begin to lose faith, doubt morality, doubt human nature and even religious beliefs. We are crawling and groping cautiously, trying to find the eternal answer in the chaotic life. But it seems that life is an irresponsible problem maker, like the hero shouting loudly: "Why do gods make us feel so many problems but never give us the answers to them?" In fact, the question The most appropriate answer, I think, is indeed the statement of the youngest Jewish sage among them: "This is life." Just like Sartre's sentence: "Existence is reasonable", which makes all the doubters' fighting spirit go ashes, "This is life" makes the restless human stop thinking and learn to accept.
I still remember the words of a Jewish wise man at the beginning of the film, as follows:
receive with simplicity everything that happens to you
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trying to express it in Chinese is:
accept everything that happens to you calmly.
The protagonist has lost his long-term marriage, his family life is in chaos, and he is maliciously threatened by students at work, but suddenly his wife's lover dies unexpectedly. When everything seemed to have turned a corner, his x-ray examination results showed very pessimistic results, and everything seemed to be facing an end.
Like a death-like tornado that finally swept across the horizon, Judgment Day could come at any moment and everything would be wiped out. Our noble virtues, our vile crimes, our secret desires, our sleepless melancholy will all explode in an instant torrent of destruction. At the moment when a tornado arrives, or when we are informed that our x-rays have huge health risks, our frozen eyes, dilated pupils, stiff arms, and blank souls will not leave any traces of world events, and may disappear. At that moment, we will still cry, and we regret that life has shamelessly deceived ourselves, but all this has become insignificant.
I love Cohen, even though I'd probably be "tickled" for three or four days after watching this film.
Finally, I offer Pushkin's poem: If life deceives you.
If by life you were deceived,
Don't be dismal,don't be wild!
In the day of grief, be mild .
Merry days will come, believe.
Heart is living in tomorrow;
Present is dejected here;
In a moment, sorrow passes;
That which passes will be dear.
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